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311 – Guns (Are For P**sies)
Album: “311″
Here comes the thunder down under, we’re natural wonders
Night falls when we leave all you feel is the hunger
Sunrises of people all shapes and sizes
Dig on the decade and realize it’s funky
No matter this rude boy stll got that swagger
My ears have heard all these crews but we’re badder Interracial, special,
positive beings I am I be a cool awakening
It’s getting hectic the metrics the body electric
Everybody in worn out blue jeans or tacky dresses
This is the city we’ve reached we’ve come to
Go unrecognized on the corner or make moves
All the lights are red all the poets are dead
A familiar nightmare appears in my head
Times are a changin’ myself I’m rearrangin’
Dream eight-thousand-five-twelve all blazin’
Born to act out,
Paranoid with a gat
Born to act out,
Think you know where it’s at
Born to act out,
But you’re lookin’ like a sissie
Born to act out,
Guns are for p**sies I’m not from Philly but some say I’m a blunt
That’s just the way I am and no I’m not going to front
And yes I took a trip to find out about the ways of big
City seedy bars and drugs that make you feel s**tty
Pretty older women in skirts conversation frisky
Stinking cigarettes and plenty of bourbon whisky
Sad classical music on the jukebox of doom Hollywood Blvd.
Barflyfrolic room
Tomb of lost souls some beyond salvage
Some just having fun opening steam valvage I was one becoming
the other hellbent to discover
Had to pull up the reigns or else smother
Take it brother all the way and then you’re scared
Don’t want to be unprepared
You’re getting paranoid,
And then guns are shared
You guys think you’re hard,
But you’re in fear of getting harmed
I fear no manand
I am unarmed
311 – Offbeat Bare-A*s
Album: “Grassroots”
Any different people can apply to drop the funk
It’s not a country club review board steady talkin junk
Many people would have it others go put and grab it
Some trip over toots and say f**k it I’m sunk
I put it in a limerick and kick the slick nick verbs
I am the one who scores the herb
When we’re on the road P-Nut rolls it up
Throw me a joint on stage what’s up
I will tell a cop that I know my f**king rights
And we can match wits all night for real
He said if I had nothing to hide
Then of course I wouldn’t mind if he looked through our ride
Uh, no I’d really rather you didn’t
And no we don’t have guns hidden
We stood there for a while continue to decline
Firmly, I didn’t lose my mind
I didn’t let him break me he’s just another human
Not a bit of shame in what we were doin’ that day
He couldn’t make us stay
We had our s**t together
It don’t matter whether
We sport the dread locks or a shaved head
Or if we have a sticker from the dead
I said a better verse rehearsed about the roughneck curse
Last week I keep an even keel and bow in place
And face the music every minute
Never could see my homey comin’ till he passed
Funky gas by my way all the day I couldn’t laugh
Oh by now I’m chill with it
Bare a*s in my face I’m ok but Chad’s like “Uh-uh no he isn’t”
So I proceed to hear him get loose with the
Fartin’ all over my face sometimes my tummy
He f**ked with my flow although I thought it funny
I probably wouldn’t care if I smoked more kind bud
But that wouldn’t do me s**t cuz then he’d f**k me more up
Crazy ill and chillin’ rude but I’ze a real cool dude
He didn’t believe the day would come when he would get his top
But then one day right in front of his face I got him
He looked over said “God d**n get me some water”
The one time I hadn’t wasted till I got mine
Smeared his nose with my armpit funk slime
So you get it the picture just how sick we were then
But before I jet “Hey yo Chad sniff my finger man”
I can see a lot of people who feel like I do
I can see a lot of people who feel like I don’t
I go on step lightly even when I’m heavy
High jump the slump open up fot eh Revy Horton Heat
Sweet what am I displayin’ forgot what I was saying
I know I must be laying a pipe you got a gripe
With the way I get high
Graffix bong sing along with a cry of a
Mandatory sentence for a crime with no victim
When everyone knows jail terms should be picked in
Order of the pain that they cause
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law
Until you violate the rights of another
Respect the space of your sister and your brother
The war on drugs may be well intentioned
But it falls f**king flat when you stop and mention
The overcrowded prisons where a rapists gets paroled
To make room for a dude who has sold
A pound of weed to me that’s a crime
Here’s to good people doin time y’all
Bare A*s Yeah [x4]